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Deep breaths Kokichi, deep breaths.
The screaming got louder as he could hear the sounds of agony, of complete pain. He wanted to run away, but he knew he’d never make it. Instead he was trapped in his room, sobbing his eyes out. His head was fuzzy and all he could do was direct his eyes towards the clean blade on his nightstand.
Slowly, he picked it up and held it to his scarred wrist. His hand was shaking, but he pressed the blade against his skin, feeling the cold metal gave him some sort of pleasure. When he pulled away, a fresh cut was now shown upon his skin, bleeding that familiar crimson substance he knew way too well.
And he did it again and again and again and again and again and again and.
Now he was on his phone, taking pictures of his newly done mutation to post onto his Twitter account. He smiled as he posted the photos, an almost sickening smile it was.
He sat around his room for a bit, patiently awaiting the praise and attention he would get from the post. No wonder everyone at school thought he was a freak, but even they didn’t know how bad he could get.
Suddenly he got a notification, excited he checked it immediately.
“Kyokosboxcutter liked your tweet!”
Kyokosboxcutter? Kokichi knew all of his followers, and this person wasn’t one of them.
Another notification.
“Kyokosboxcutter followed you.”
Ah alright, they’re just a new follower, that’s fine.
Kokichi yawned, he was awfully worn out from his recent activity. He slowly started to fall asleep, yet something felt off.
Like someone was watching him.